Thoughts Of My Dear Cyril - Poem by Crezet Freeman
As days and night fly by,
I ask myself "why, oh, why".
Why! did you have to leave me here all alone,
Her in this now lifeless home.
Without you my dearest one,
Where life is now without fun.
You cheered up my life,
With you being my husband and I being your wife.
I hope you are happy wherever you are,
And always be close to me and not so far.
Your heart will always be within mine,
Till my dying time.
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